Frisky is Gone
It's really hard for me to not be extremely upset right now. Really really hard. In fact I'M REALLY FUCKING PISSED OFF AND EXTREMELY SAD.
My cat, Frisky, is gone. He slipped out the door last night at some point after Dusty and I went to bed. The last time I saw him he was napping when we got back from Trivia. And now he's gone.
The connection and feelings that I have for Frisky are unexplainable. I raised him since he was a tiny wee kitten, so small he fit in the palm of my hand, to the huge blob that he is now. I was always his "mom" and he would come to me first and respond to me all the time. I became even closer (if possible) after I got back from the hospital and he began snuggling next to me when he realized that it hurt me if he laid on my stomach.
And now he's gone. Dusty has been out all day calling and searching for him. I've called the police stations, humane society, and local vet clinics with no results. I've put out for food him and called to him so much that my voice is harsh. I've cried so much that my eyes hurt. (yes, I cry when upset)
I just wish that the next time I look out my front door, he will be sitting there waiting for me to take him in my arms. Then I will sweep him away and make sure that he never escapes again.
I miss him so much.
My cat, Frisky, is gone. He slipped out the door last night at some point after Dusty and I went to bed. The last time I saw him he was napping when we got back from Trivia. And now he's gone.
The connection and feelings that I have for Frisky are unexplainable. I raised him since he was a tiny wee kitten, so small he fit in the palm of my hand, to the huge blob that he is now. I was always his "mom" and he would come to me first and respond to me all the time. I became even closer (if possible) after I got back from the hospital and he began snuggling next to me when he realized that it hurt me if he laid on my stomach.
And now he's gone. Dusty has been out all day calling and searching for him. I've called the police stations, humane society, and local vet clinics with no results. I've put out for food him and called to him so much that my voice is harsh. I've cried so much that my eyes hurt. (yes, I cry when upset)
I just wish that the next time I look out my front door, he will be sitting there waiting for me to take him in my arms. Then I will sweep him away and make sure that he never escapes again.
I miss him so much.
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